I’ll miss you. No matter how short a time you’re gone.

Alice Cullen, Midnight Sun

He grinned his crooked smile at me, stopping my breath and my heart. I couldn’t imagine how an angel could be any more glorious. There was nothing about him that could be improved upon.

I wanted to close that little distance, to reach out and touch him, but I was afraid he wouldn’t like me to.

He turned to look at me with a wistful expression. The golden eyes held mine, and I lost my train of thought. I stared at him until he looked away.

People are predictable. But you… you never do what I expect. You always take me by surprise.

I tried to remember how to exhale. I had to look away before it came back to me.

But outside the door to our Spanish class, leaning against the wall — looking more like a Greek god than anyone had a right to — Edward was waiting for me.

I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.

Whatever the reason, Mike’s puppy dog behavior and Eric’s apparent rivalry with him were disconcerting. I wasn’t sure if I didn’t prefer being ignored.

I was distracted all weekend, worrying about you.